When old friends were here
When old friends were here | |
George Cooper, 1864
| When old friends were here, In days that are flown, How fond were the hands Which oft clasp'd my own, The pathways of life Were pleasures sunny hue, And woices were near, With tones warm and true. Chorus: All are gone! No loved one's near! I wee for the happy days |: When old friends were here, :| Those gentle friends so dear! I weep for the happy days When old friends were here! |
2. When old friends were here We roamed o'er the hills, We sang merry songs, As free as the rills, But Time on its wave Has rudely borne away The fair dewy flowers Of life's early day. Chorus: |